[ elena looks down at the pile of clothing as if it'll produce something to keep her busy. but it doesn't. it's just a pile of drenched clothing. sitting down feels like something she's done since she arrived here, but elena knows that's not entirely true. she's stuck her nose in many places where it doesn't belong, and she's walked around town with him and learned that there's too much to learn and nothing to learn it by.
her hands feel cold as she continues to hold the clothing... and then she drops it onto the ground. perhaps it's a bit petulant, but she hadn't done it in a fit. ]
Okay, maybe you're right. [ she narrows her eyes playfully at him and points her finger. ] I'm never repeating that again.
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her hands feel cold as she continues to hold the clothing... and then she drops it onto the ground. perhaps it's a bit petulant, but she hadn't done it in a fit. ]
Okay, maybe you're right. [ she narrows her eyes playfully at him and points her finger. ] I'm never repeating that again.